My toe hurts, ever so slightly....

The little one, second from the right. Kiss it?
Stop and Wander

Yes, it's very very wrong, but as a writer, I couldn't help but wonder if the Writer's Guild of America strike would provide opportunities for some of the rest of us.

The show must go on, after all. But I suppose it's a moral imperative to back up the unions on these things, and not try to push through that script about the country-western singing dog-catcher, just because opportunity strikes.

*sigh*

Isn't it annoying to have deap-seated moral integrity?

Naw, not so. I'm here to leeeeaarn.

So what does 'cheeky monkey' mean? I've always wondered.

Yay, an extra hours sleep tonight! An extra hour in the day! This is what I've been waiting for. But wait- That means it'll be dark even earlier? The night's going to clamp it's dark shutter over the world even sooner? Pretty soon we'll be semi-nocturnal creatures headed out to work in the darkness and driving home in the same pitch black. It'll rain. I'm in Oregon, the rain I can handle, but rain and darkness together, like, joining forces- I donno. Get out the all spectrum lights mama, and it… Continue

I've been browsing the NaBloPoMo members pages, checking out blogs, seeing where people are from and whatnot, and about forty minutes into this activity an inferiority complex started creeping in with a vengeance. The green monster got his hook in between my pinky toes, and moved up from there, stopping to lick the soles of my feet disgustingly with his big, purple tongue. But he was headed for the heaven of human anatomy: my oh, so sensitive scalp. This was the dreaded Hair-envy Demon. I have… Continue